S.O.S
Summary: Songfic to GC's S.O.S... Dil is depressed and no one seems to notice. Will someone finally see the signs, or will we loose the red-headed teen forever?
Warning: Possible character death, slight cussing Disclaimer: I don't own Rugrats or S.O.S... if I did I would be rich and stuff. Then I could have people remove my nail polish! That would be so awesome... or I could buy nail polish remover that actually works! hehe
A/N: Yes I know I have like a lot of storie already... but I had to write this... I hope you like it... don't forget to check out my other stories and drop a review... ok now on to S.O.S!
Song lyrics look like this!

Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air, Cuz I need somebody's help I can't make it on my own,
So I'm giving up myself Is anybody listening?
Listening.

"To-Tommy?" I called out to my brother as I walked downstairs.

The music was pounding and people dancing all around me. I walked into the kitchen hoping my older sibling was there.

"Tommy?" I called again; no one responded to my plead.

I sighed and headed toward the backyard. It was remotely silent; the music was muffled by the door. Kicking off my shoes I sat down in the sandbox from my youth. Sand fell between my toes as I looked up at the full moon.

It gave off a dull shine, just enough for shadows to form. They danced along the fence and over the grass. A small wind picked up and I sighed again. I felt so far away, miles into the darkness.

I've been stranded here
and I'm miles away
Making signals hoping they save me
I lock myself inside these walls
Cuz out there I'm always wrong
I don't think I'm gonna make it

I continued to stare at the moon; it seemed to smile down at me. Like it knew all my problems, how to fix them. At that moment I realized just how alone I really was. A few tears leaked out of my eyes and down my cheek. My tongue sneaked out and the salty tears went away.

"I'm alone," I whispered to myself. "I'm alone."

More tears few and I wiped them away as I walked back into the house. The party was still going and I felt more alone. I saw Tommy across the room, our eyes locked. I put all my pain into my eyes, trying to ask for help. He turned away and started dancing with a random girl.

"He just didn't see it," I said in a low voice as I walked out of the room.

I felt safe inside the walls of my room and mind. No one could touch me, could say I was wrong. Around Tommy and his friends I never was right. My opinion was the wrong one, it didn't count. My views on life were always wrong.
The pain welled up in me; it soon turned to anger.

"Maybe the world would be better with out me," I said as I started to weep.

I dug through my drawer as I searched for something that would make me feel better. My one release, a way to relieve my pain. A smooth surface made contact with my shaking fingers. I closed my fist around the object. A simple black notebook and blue pen was soon revealed. I let a small smile appear on my face as I opened to a clean sheet of paper.

So while I'm sitting here
on the eve of my defeat
I write this letter and
hope it saves me

The tip of my pen landed on the paper as I started to write my last letter. A letter that would hopefully end up saving me.

"Yeah, like anyone would care if I were here," I said in a bitter mood.

I scribbled down line after line of feelings. I pleaded for help and I asked for forgivness. Although, I still don't know what I did wrong.

Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
Cuz I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
Listening.

The party ended and the house wasn't so loud. Shuffling could be heard from downstairs as they cleaned. Their laughter floated to my ears and their squeals of joy followed. I wish I could be part of that; I knew I couldn't.

I got up from my seat and walked out of the safety of my room. I had left my shoes outside so I was bare foot. The soft carpet tickled my feet as I walked down the stairs. Tommy and the others looked up at me. I looked at them, hoping they could see the pain in my eyes. I pleaded for help in that one glance. They didn't want to see my pain; they turned away and continued to clean.

I walked into the backyard for the second time that night, and picked up my shoes and socks. I wrote, "Help." in the sand just before I went back inside.

"No one cares," I said to myself as I entered my home.

They looked at me as I walked past. I kept my head bowed and picked up my pace. Back in my room, I finally let loose my feelings.

"I leave tomorrow."

I'm stuck inside my head
And I'm oceans away
Would anybody notice if I chose to stay?
I send a S.O.S tonight
I wonder if I will survive
How in the hell did I get so far away this time?
So now I'm sitting here
the time of my departure's near
I say a pray please someone save me

I fell asleep, a deep one that I never wanted to awake from. The next morning was hell and I just wanted to curl up into a little ball. Tommy stopped me in the hall as I was heading to my safety zone.

"Dil?" he questiong carfully. "Yes?" I replied in a small voice.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied as I walked to safety.

I knew he didn't care; I knew he couldn't. I locked myself inside my head and no one could get in. I pushed them away and trapped myself within the walls around my heart. I threw away the key and weeped as I did so. They didn't notice what I did; they didn't want to see the signs, the clues I left.

"How in the hell did I get so far away?" I asked the air. "Soon enough I'll be gone."

I decided that night I would take my life. Yet a part of me wished someone would save me.

"Dear god, please have someone save me," I whispered out of my window. "Although I know now no one will. I'm not gonna live another day. I'll be gone in a few hours, but still I wish someone would stop me before I go. Let me know I'm loved before I dive into the darkness."

Is anybody listening?
Do you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
Cuz I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
Listening.

My sobs grew louder and louder as I cried my heart out. I hoped someone heard the cry. I wished someone would burst through the doors and knock the gun out of my hand. I wished someone saw what I wrote in the sand.

"IS ANYBODY LISTENING?!" I yelled through my tears. "I can't make it on my own." The last part whispered.

I'm lost here
I can't make it on my own
I don't wanna die alone
I'm so scared

I took a sharpie and started writing on my walls. The red ink stood out brightly on the white paint. It looked like blood, so crimson and red. On the wall, I wrote, "I'm lost here; I can't make it on my own." My hand was shaking so bad and my legs so weak, I slid to the floor.

"I don't want to die alone, I'm so scared." I weeped as I curled into a small ball.

Drowning now
Reaching out
Holding onto everything
I know
Crying out,
Dying now,
need some help

I held the gun to my head again and looked around my room. Pictures smiled down at me; they were taunting me. I reached out to grab them, I wanted to hold them close to my heart. They were too far and I felt more sorrow fill my heart. The pain was drowning me and I felt as if I was already dead.

"Save me," I whispered clutching the trigger. "HELP ME, ANYONE!"

A pounding drifted to my ears and I heard yelling through my doors. I see someone finally saw my signs, but its to late.

"Goodbye, no body can save me now," I yelled and the pounding go more frantic.

With a sick smile on my face I- dropped the gun. I could easily take my life, but then no one would know what happened. I knew that if I left without a word, then people would wonder why I did it. So I stopped and wrote this letter. I end it here and give it to the person on the other side. This is my story, this is my soul yearning for releash-for help.

Dil

A note slipped out from under the bed room door; Tommy picked it up and read. Dil sat in the other room contemplating the suicide; going over the reasons to live and the reasons to die. Finally the need to be free was the strongest and he put the gun to his head. As his older brother read the last line of the note, Dil pulled the trigger and a bang broke the silence. Tommy stood in front of the door and a small voice drifted over him, it said:

"Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air,
Cuz I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?"

FIN
A/N: I know my soul sis is gonna kill me for this ending... but I like the ending... I enjoy killing characters off. It makes me smile... I'm one sick freak aren't I? hehe you all love me for it. Ok I do have good news though, actually no I don't. WMoOC's chapter hasn't even been started, review it... I need some motivation to actually start writing the chapter... Ok enough rambling review are welcome, flames aren't wanted and will be laughed at. Hope you enjoyed...

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